Personal Narrative-Chris Mccandless

I enjoyed my hour and six minutes in the wild. It was a little cold, but nevertheless beautifly. I was at peace and I felt closer to God. I wonder if that is how Chris McCandless felt when he was in the wild. He couldn’t just sit around like I did. He had to survive. Food was an issue for him as well as running water. While I was already fed and could easily go inside my home to get a drink. Even though, I wasn’t in the actual wild, like Chris, my backyard was just enough. My time in the wild was peaceful and quiet. The only sound was running water and birds. I felt as if all my stresses and worries faded away into thin air. “...However, it is peaceful out here. The woods are nearby and I can hear running water. I feel at peace. Connected
Was the weather fair for him? “Starvation is not a pleasant way to expire. In advanced stages of famine, as the body begins to consume itself, the victim suffers muscle pain, heart disturbances, loss of hair, dizziness, shortness of breath, extreme sensitivity to cold, physical and mental exhaustion. The skin becomes discolored. IN the absence of key nutrients, a severe chemical imbalance develops in the brain, inducing convulsions and hallucinations. Some people who have been brought back from the far edge of starvation, though, report that near the end, the hunger vanishes, the terrible pain dissolves, and the suffering is replaced by a sublime euphoria, a sense of calm accompanied by transcendent mental clarity. It would be nice to think McCandless experienced a similar rupture.” (Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer page 198) He must’ve felt the cold. He wasn’t wearing the right clothing for Alaska. It probably was hard to ignore the cold towards the end. He was so scrawny and hungry. I know that I felt the cold. I also envied all the animals for having fur. At least it wasn’t Alaska and it rained recently. “...The sun feels warm when the chilly wind isn’t blowing. I envy the animals who have plenty of fur to block out the chilliness….I am getting cold and am beginning to wish I had sweatpants on and a jacket instead of the tank top and shorts….” (My Time in the Wild by Bayley Webb)
In my backyard it was fairly peaceful. My neighbors weren’t out and about. My brother, mother, and father were inside doing various things. My sister wasn’t home. “......Being alone makes it to where I can see what other people can. No one is out here distracting me, no social media, no cars, just nature and myself. I hear gunshots echoing around me. As if someone is hunting…..” (My Time in the Wild by Bayley Webb) The only noise there really was, was nature and the gun shots from the gun club across the woods in my front yard. “...I’m so calm I might just take a nap here. Oh! How I love the sound of running water. It is almost as if time has stopped for me in the field. I hear birds chirping merrily and I hope I can take a picture or two of one. There is a frog somewhere. I wonder if I can find it….No frogs or birds…..I wonder why no animals are out. Oh well. Maybe they want to shelter from the wind. ” (My Time in the Wild by Bayley Webb) I wanted to see the birds that were chirping and the frogs that were croaking. I wanted to see the animals that other people can. I wouldn’t touch them but get really close to see them. How beautiful they, the birds, must have been! How calm was it for Chris? He was secluded from everyone and it ultimately killed him. “...The plant that poisoned him wasn’t toxic per se; McCandless had the misfortune to eat moldy seeds. An innocent mistake, it was nevertheless sufficient to end his life…..Laid low by the moldy